Juliana
Pain.
Is that what my whole life has been? It feels like it. Maybe I once was happy but I don't like to think about the possibilities.
My masters don't like me to be loud but I can't help but whimper when the lashes continue. I learned long ago never to scream. Screaming only makes them happier and they'll only give me more lashes.
Maybe I'll be able to escape. But where would I go? I've never been outside this warehouse. No one ever hears our screams.
I know that we are in the forest from the flashes I get when they open the warehouse doors.
Just more pain. I know my back is a bloody mess when they toss me in my cage.
What do I know of myself?
My name is Juliana. I'm around 19 years old. I have brown curly hair that has been cut jaggedly. Some wisps hit my waist but most of it is shoulder length. Just perfect for pulling. My skin is a pale mocha, since I've never been outside. I'm deaf. I'm dirty. I'm bloody and I'm a human slave.